“You’re beautiful,” he said. Without thinking he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the cream from them.
She looked away from him, biting onto her lip.
“What did I just do?” she asked.
Her words were so faint that he only just heard them. “I suggest you get used to my touch, baby. I’m not going anywhere, and you’re going to get used to my touch.”
He pulled her to her feet and started to remove her clothing. All his planning left his thoughts. He’d wasted too long trying to take things slowly with Angel. She wasn’t part of his world, but he’d make sure by the time he got his ring on her finger that she would be.
Lash was not going to hold back any longer. Angel was going to be claimed whether she liked it or not.
Pulling her shirt from her body, Lash tore at the denim skirt until she stood in her panties. Lash pulled his vest off. In the next instant he removed her bra and panties and then placed his vest over her head.
The vest fit perfectly and was a little tight around her large tits. They were his tits.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He slammed his lips down on hers in answer. “Get in bed,” he said.
She stared at him for a few minutes and then climbed into the bed.
Lash knelt beside her, took her hand and stared into her eyes. “Things are going to change for you. You’re not always going to like me, and I accept that. I get what I want, and you’ll do what I ask, and there’s nothing that is going to change who I am. I’ll do my best to make you happy, but from this day forward, you’ll be my woman, Angel. No one will touch you but me.”
He stroked her hair, kissed her cheek and left the room. Tiny was standing outside waiting for him. The leader of the club had his arms folded over his chest.
“I see you’ve finally decided to claim her,” Tiny said.
“Yes.” Lash turned to face his boss and waited for what Tiny had to say.
“Good. You claim her in front of the other men, and she’ll be yours. Make sure you take care of her, Lash. I don’t want her to be hurt.”
Tiny didn’t like to involve just anybody. They were a rough crew but a fair one all because of Tiny’s influence. Yes, they ran the occasional coke deal, but it kept the drugs out of their town. Fort Wills was clean, and the folk had them to thank for that, not the cops. None of the crew used drugs either. Tiny made money out of it, and if he caught a member using, they were f**ked.
“I’m taking full responsibility for her,” Lash said.
“You better because her father is as good as dead. You need to be prepared for the fallout.” Tiny slapped him on the back then left.
Resting against the door, Lash wondered how she was going to take the next couple of months. He wasn’t waiting around anymore. Angel belonged to him, and the only person who didn’t know that was Angel.
Chapter Three
Angel woke up early in the morning to banging on the door. She’d forgotten to set her alarm clock. Seconds later Lash walked in. Everything that happened last night came flooding back to her like a bad memory.
“Good morning,” he said. He walked to the wardrobe, shook his head, and pulled out a pair of jeans. Her wardrobe was small. She hated clothes shopping and only ever bought what she thought was relevant to her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, covering herself with the blanket. She wore his vest shirt and nothing else.
He’d brought her to orgasm, literally had his na**d fingers on her pu**y, and she was worried about him seeing her.
Last night was different. It had been dark last night, whereas it was now morning, and there was no chance for her to hide away from him. It was unfair and cruel.
“This is not acceptable at all.” He turned to her and started tugging her out of bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Lash wasn’t answering her questions.
“We’re going shopping, or I might send you out shopping with a Prospect. I’ve got shit to do.”
Once she was dressed, without panties or a bra, Lash stood back to look at her.
“I think it will do for now.”
“Wait, I need a bra and panties. I’ve never worn jeans without panties.”
He took a step toward her. One hand sank into her hair, tugging on the length and the other rested between her thighs.
Angel was ashamed by the heat that consumed her from his touch. Would she ever not be affected by him?
Lash rubbed his hand back and forward creating a friction that almost brought her to her knees. Lash knew all the right buttons to press, and she hated him for it.
“No. Your tits look wonderful like that, and from now on I say what you wear.”
Before she could protest his lips were once again on hers.
The kiss was brutal, all teeth and passion, and not once did Angel try to stop it. Finally, only when Lash was ready, did he break the kiss. Until he was ready, Lash was the one in control. She didn’t have a say in what she wanted. It was all about what Lash wanted.
She didn’t hate the thought either. Angel had never been good at making a decision or solving a problem. She was a waste of space.
“Don’t put yourself down. Even when you’re out of my presence I will know about it.”
“How did you know I was doing that?” she asked. She should have argued his claim that she’d been putting herself down.
“I know you, baby. I know what you’re thinking, and I see it in your eyes. You’re like an open book. I can read everything by looking at you.” His hand left her hair to grab her wrist. “Come on, it’s breakfast downstairs.”
“I know. I’m supposed to be the one getting the stuff.”
“Not anymore. From now on your place is by my side or sat in my lap.” He opened her bedroom door, and together they made their way toward the eating area. The eating area was the main part of the bar. All the tables had been pulled together to make a long table. The kitchen doors were thrown open showing several of the Prospects and the women getting ready to serve.
“Where the f**k is Angel? She’s supposed to be doing this shit, not me,” Fern asked. Fern was one of the women who got passed around from member to member. Angel had seen her with a different guy every night. From what she heard none of the men wanted to claim her. She was a sweet-butt whose sole purpose was to open her legs for whoever wanted her.
Angel would hate that kind of existence, but some women seemed to love it.
The room went silent as The Skulls noticed Lash and her together. She felt their gazes on her skin and saw them look at her face before looking at Lash’s shirt.